Normal World – Barcelona, Spain
Third-Person POV
In a hospital ward, a pale, frail 17-year-old young man was being attended to by a team of two doctors and four nurses. Their voices filled the room, professional yet laced with concern.
"Administer the medication…"
"How many breaths per minute…?"
"Bring the defibrillator!"
The young man, clinging to the last threads of his consciousness, didn't know what to think…
MC's POV
I looked at the medical team around me as they desperately tried to resuscitate me, but it seemed futile.
Once again… I'm so tired. Even though I'm only 17, I was born an orphan and spent my entire life in hospitals, plagued by a fragile body, heart and respiratory diseases, and multiple organ failures. And yet, I survived. I studied, made money through various investments and financial ventures, and donated to countless causes. But living confined to a hospital, undergoing endless surgeries, was exhausting.
I never got to see the world, experience love, or have a boyfriend.
However, I found solace in something—anime, web novels, movies, series, and games of all kinds and plots. Diving into these vast and creative worlds was my escape. How I longed to venture out, meet people, grow, and face challenges.
And of all the worlds, Marvel was one of my favorites. A place filled with heroes, compelling characters, and endless possibilities. Oh, how I wished I could explore more worlds…
As my thoughts drifted, I felt the last remnants of my consciousness fade. My body died, and my soul left for another place…
A Multiversal Void
An all-powerful entity observed the drifting soul with curiosity. Sensing its latent desire, the being made a decision.
"Interesting… This one longs for something beyond his reality," the entity mused. "Very well. I shall grant him his chance."
Raising its left hand, the entity conjured an orb that seemed to contain not just a single universe, but an entire multiverse. With a flick of its fingers, it hurled the orb, weaving a new version of a Marvel reality.
"Hmm… Creating a whole universe from scratch would be troublesome, but I only need to modify one of the existing ones to suit his tastes."
Pausing, the entity considered something.
"And to grant him some form of power… A system, perhaps? That concept seems to intrigue him."
Another orb materialized, this one pulsing with countless links—portals to different universes—containing vast amounts of information. An overwhelming power of creation radiated from it, though carefully bound by limitations.
Once satisfied, the entity infused this power deep within the soul.
"Now, to make it more entertaining… Let's erase his knowledge of Marvel. We'll integrate just enough information into his system so he doesn't think it's a normal world."
A touch of its finger sent a small light into the soul, altering its memories.
"And finally… Family bonds. A strong, loving family can be interesting. Perhaps even… a thread of love?"
With a wave of its hand, delicate green ribbons—radiating warmth and connection—extended from the soul, linking it to something unknown. A single red thread of possibility was released into the void.
"Of course, nothing is set in stone. Humans always have the power to change their future. But it's fascinating to set things in motion."
The entity made the final adjustments—defining the timeline, conflicts, and ensuring the soul wouldn't be perceived as an anomaly by Marvel's cosmic beings. Instead, it would simply appear as someone with a unique ability.
"And with that… everything is ready. Good luck, little soul."
With a satisfied smile, the entity tossed the soul into the newly crafted reality.
"Jejeje, let's see what kind of adventures await you… You'll be able to tell me what you think later."
Its gaze shifted beyond the void, as if peering through a fourth wall—past barriers, through a certain website, and onto the screen of a phone or computer.
Marvel Reality L4567543#
A Secret Facility in New York
A woman held a newborn baby in her arms. Her black hair contrasted sharply with her golden eyes, which gleamed like pure light—an unnatural, almost inhuman color. Beside her stood the child's father, a tall and muscular man, standing at 6'1" with dark brown hair and striking green eyes.
"Dear, how are you? And our baby?" she asked gently, gazing at him with love.
"He's fine, my love," the man reassured her, looking down at his son.
As he observed the small bundle in her arms, a thought struck him.
"A… and what's his name again?"
The woman smiled softly.
"Oh… his name will be Adrian. Adrian Henutse."